The Golden Suspect

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The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curled from the damp of the December air. It was a formal notice from the Magistrate’s office, the ink precise, the tone cold as the river outside. I read it twice, the words blurring not from age, but from the sheer weight of the final line: *Dismissal for cause.* I had served this town for twenty years. I had held the line when the mills burned,...

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